A misunderstanding of time.

In the last forty-five days I have driven over 9,000 miles and 100+ hours. Several people have asked me if it was difficult driving such long distances by myself. My mindset while driving is as follows;

If I only exist in the present and I am constantly being reborn then that would help explain why my 16 hour drive to Chicago seemed like it never happened. Essentially, my drive to Chicago was only a few hours. The 'me' who started the drive 16 hours ago in Colorado is not the same "me" who's just two hours outside of Chicago. If we are mindful of our present selves then time ultimately does not exist in relation to our prior selves.

Coincidentally, once I got to Chicago I noticed the book "Hardcore Zen" by Brad Warner in my friends apartment. A book I read a few years ago. I picked the book up and turned to a random page which just happened to be discussing the very same concept of time.

"But in truth, we die all the time...Every moment of every day we die. Where is the person who lost your virginity? Where is the person who woke up bleary-eyed and crabby yesterday morning? Are you that person? Where is the person who will fill your casket?

The moment you were born was you. The moment you die will be you. This moment right now is you. There is no difference between this moment and yourself. You live through a million you/moments ever single second. Being and time are not two things. Moments of you whip by so fast you can't possibly notice them, just like movies create the illusion of movement. The illusion of time is created by moments of you whizzing by so fast they make the standard film speed of twenty-four frames per second look glacial.

Real time is just this moment. That's all there is. Past and future are just ideas."